Lou looked on with his usual delight as his otter friend Remington got their drinks at the bar. The 23-years-old lutrine male was as shapely as ever, and the tight swimshorts he was wearing was a testament to it. Rem loved showing off, something the deer had realized after roughly a year of close friendship and sexual escapades. The otter liked being watched and lusted after. He liked putting clothes that, without being obviously slutty or screaming for attention, advantaged his slim, toned body, shaped up by years of triathlon training. Being checked out was a big sexual turn-on for the otter, and he was in luck: Lou loved watching him.

Remington joked a little with the barman as he grabbed the colorful cocktails, his thick, athletic rudder wagging behind him, before returning to the table he shared with his cervine friend. He extended his legs over Lou's lap and the two touched glasses and took a sip. The day had been hot, and the coolness of the beverage, coupled with that light alcoholic sting, hit the spot quite perfectly.

Lou and Remington had planned a one-week trip to a beach resort a few months ago. Lou felt like being unreachable, and letting his mind wander off to unimportant things. He wanted to just have fun, and there was no one else who could accompany him better than his playful mustelid friend. Rem had been his "unofficial therapist" for the last while, listening to the deer's emotional turmoil with patience and care, encouraging him when it was needed, and slapping his wrist a few times. There was not an ounce of malice in the otter: Lou trusted him entirely.

But for this week, Remington didn't want to hear about Floyd or Saul. There were beaches, rock-climbing, sceneries, cheap booze and comfortable beds. He was here to have fun with his stag buddy, swim, drink and fuck like he wanted. Lou felt like not only he wanted that as well, but that he owed it to his friend. He smiled brightly at Rem, caressing his toned leg softly, letting his eyes wander over that flawless lutrine body. When he had first met Remington, he thought he'd be another one-night stand. He had been surprised by how much he wanted to keep seeing him, and how welcoming of him the otter had been.

"Do you wanna rent a jeep and go roam the countryside today, babe?" Lou asked, the otter's eyes pensively rolling in their orbits as he sipped more of his cocktail down. Rem always drank very fast. He didn't like to be stuck with a glass, he liked keeping full use of his hands. "That sounds fun. I feel kinda lazy, but I'm sure that would be really exciting. We should grab a GPS and a picnic." The two made plans, joking and smiling at each other, until they softly kissed, having slowly gotten closer with every phrase. Their tongues lightly brushed each other before they pulled off. Once again, Lou asked himself why he wasn't asking Rem to be his boyfriend. And once again, he pushed that idea out. He was already getting everything he wanted out of this relationship, and Remington seemed satisfied too. Taking it to an unneeded level could just make it worse.

"You just drank, though, you shouldn't drive right away." The otter mentioned. "We should go relax in the cabin for a half hour or something." He added, obviously hinting at sexual promiscuity. Lou grinned and nodded. He had seen the way the bartender had checked out Rem's ass, and the otter knew about it. He was revved up. The deer was ready to reap these benefits up.

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